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Chapter 19

Author: Leah Al
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-06 21:02:48

*Bianca's POV*

The ballroom lights faded behind me, swallowed by the hush of night and the soft breeze of the garden air. I stood just beyond the edge of the marble path, where polished stone gave way to gravel and silence. I could still feel the heat of his hand on my arm—the way Alessandro had grabbed me like I was seconds from ruin.

Maybe I was.

But if I was going to burn, I'd choose the fire.

I wrapped my arms around myself, not from cold, but to keep from trembling. Rage does that to you. Rage doesn't roar—it simmers, slow and suffocating, until every breath tastes like ash.

Konstantin Siankovski.

He'd looked at me like I was a child.

And Alessandro—he had stepped between us like he was allowed to.

Like I needed saving.

I didn't.

I needed blood.

I turned on my heels, storming toward the front of the estate where Matteo was drunkenly talking to one of the host's cousins. He was laughing, swaying slightly, his lips too close to the woman's ear. Useless.

"Get in the car," I said fla
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